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7 thoughts on “Encounters in a New World”

can you hear me snapping my fingers? the way the poets do when they acknowledge that once again, another in our tribe has “nailed it” —in this “common language of being seen”
two wild, dancing poets, stop for a moment over a cup of morning grace..thank you my dear one! see you friday!

Ah, glorious friend – how I missed your wild, dancing poet’s heart on Friday. And thank you, thank you for your finger snaps. Sending you much love and hoping you have had time to restore and balance this weekend.